Started at a friend’s house for makeup and primping. Walked over to the theatre and got a lil boozey while mingling with other gay zombies. The event started with a horror punk band with an utterly adorable female singer in a pink latex nurse’s uniform. Her lyrics were fucking hilarious, including such gems as, “Every time I cum I vomit.” The film was everything I expected and more. The finale was a writhing zombie orgy of pale bodies covered in blood-lube. My friend couldn’t stay out any later, but I was done-up so I decided to hit up some drinking establishments of ill-repute.
At the first stop, I unexpectedly had a bunch of drinks bought for me and danced with a bunch of trannies. This place was kind of my old stomping ground so I kept getting these weird, knowing stares from guys. Did I make out with them? Did I get drunk and take my clothes off last time I was here? Maybe both. Anyways, it was weirding me out so I decided to leave that shark tank for another. This is where shit got craycee…
Not only were there a bunch of dark-hearted gay zombies milling about, it was ALSO International Male Rubber night. If you don’t know what that means, just picture a bunch of guys in skin-tight fetish costumes comprised entirely of latex. I was getting pretty O.O.C. by this point, so let me share the glimpses that stand out from the fog.
-Extended crotch grab from a tranny named Paris and her two male cohorts.
-Caressed lube over the costume of a particularly fit rubberman.
-Received a scalp massage from two dark-hearted goth-gays.
-Became entangled in the middle of an end-of-the-night dance train with a slew of dark-hearts donning various amounts of latex.
-Confronted by various internet creepsters I.R.L. (eek!!).
This, Awkers, is just a peek into my Sunday evening. I’m sure I’ll recall more highlights as my hangover wears off, but jeez! You kids don’t need to know everything! I have to retain SOME degree of mystery (ha!).
-Awk.Nites 2.0
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